of white godliness. Put down the pen paperweight pig. Insatiable wants and greed. Put down the pen paperweight pig. Hang your head for what you lead.
this is a rememberance dialogue...
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sacrifice dispelled. crippling. faulty. holyland. i am your martyr, your stigmata the tears turn to blood beneath my eyes. my body listens... as you
towns miles of perforated lines to stabalize just a couple more lives it's those tailgators that'll get you beaver Kill welvomes you it's exit 122 there
see or be seen you are disposable I find you folded into a fetal position at the corner of Cumminpow and JFK. Lift you up towards the pole hold you in
[audio clip] i took her to an empty house in westchester i had already picked up. when we got there i told her to wait outside, pick wild flowers. i went
dragged to the burial where witches flew overhead. roses drip black and children weep in awe at thier mother's side and tissues break. shows your ample
from these bloody hills comes unmixed oil and water concentrated by abstract particles distilled through cross pollination
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Oh, my little pretty one, pretty one. When you gonna give me some time, Sharona? Oh, you make my motor run, my motor run. Gun it comin' off of the line
be sure to return the favor. you hurt me horribly. i turned back, you killed me. i haven't for much, but i'll ask you this, why would you destroy your
the sight, flawless face dragged i giggled, kissing my fingers, type c and saliva bubbling kissing my fingers find an easier way of dying, before you
I am a man who hunts at night I am a man who bathes in tigers blood I am a man with daggers in my smiles Only the wise speak of a place with such elegance
seraplis dream. ten crowns drop. parchment paper crumbles, when the curtain falls. shade this tribulation in pastels silk feelings hurt the river holds the color you
forms a marriage between concept and form. You might be beautiful, lets find out. Suck it down, suck it up, a throwat swallowing thousands to sing you
plasticwear the orchestra isn't craving our attention it sparks the active chords and the stage is set ablaze the conductor lights a cigarette we look